Hot for the Reunion

Hot for the Reunion Ann Jacobs

Introducing the Gridiron Lovers series.

Twenty years ago Cal Tate played hard on and off the high-school football field he’s now trying to renovate. The former quarterback’s memories of hot times under the bleachers are still there, and it doesn’t take long for his libido to kick in when he gets up close and personal with his assistant on the project. Melanie Anthony once lusted after Cal from afar, but in those days a girl’s reputation was everything. Times have changed, and now Melanie’s ready to be “bad” and sample every inch of Cal in the flesh. Mutual lust runs so hot it overwhelms them both and overshadows the reunion that first brought them together.

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Author Note There must have been something in the water, at least that’s what folks say, because tiny Hedgecock County High has produced not one, not two, not three, but four professional quarterbacks in the past thirty years. The economy being bad, the school board has appointed a committee to help bridge a budget gap and raise enough money to replace rusted, creaking bleachers on the field where these signal-callers played. School board president Caleb Tate appoints a former gridiron groupie and the mom of the youngest pro player, and they settle on hosting a reunion—with each of the four famous quarterbacks as the main attractions. Bobby Anthony, the rookie; Keith Connors, All-Pro and Superbowl MVP; Dave Delaney, erratic but hot in the clutch, now at the end of his playing career; and Colin Zanardi, Hall of Famer and now head coach for a new team in Savannah. They are the Gridiron Lovers, each with his own search for happily-ever-after in the wake of doubts, disappointments and triumph. I hope you enjoy Cal and Melanie’s story, and that you’ll want to buy the upcoming series, beginning soon with Naked Bootleg, Bobby’s story, and followed by Forward Pass, Hot in the Clutch and Coach Me.

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: NFL: NFL Enterprises, LLC. Resistol: Byer-Rolnick Hat Corporation Trojans: Church and Dwight Company, Inc.

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Chapter One For some reason, Caleb Tate’s dormant libido had suddenly come to life at the most inconvenient time, during a meeting of a school board committee established to find ways to raise funds to spruce up the high-school football field before the rusty metal bleachers collapsed and got somebody hurt. Maybe it was being surrounded by two completely different women a few hours earlier. All natives of tiny Hedgecock, Texas, the trio shared a history, having been in high school together during parts of a six-year span twenty years ago. Time had taken them in different directions, but damn! It had felt like only yesterday they’d shared tables in the cafeteria, attended pep rallies that had always been about the only entertainment here for kids and adults alike. The newly widowed and frankly available Susan Anderson stirred Cal’s memories. She still had dark-brown hair, startling blue eyes and a body that wouldn’t quit, but over the years she’d fucked nearly every living male in Hedgecock County and made no effort to hide her affairs. He’d almost asked her out but changed his mind. Despite Susan’s flashy looks and unmistakable interest, Cal found himself more strongly attracted to Melanie Anthony. The blonde, huggable mom of the town’s newest pro quarterback would undoubtedly want commitment before she spread her pretty legs. What the hell? Cal was over chasing the prettiest, baddest girls in town. He’d had fifteen years of perfectly acceptable sex with his wife before she died five years ago, leaving him with their teenage sons. Jim and John were off at college now, and he was tired of rattling around alone in the big stone house his grandpa had built. Hell, it wasn’t the 1980s, when sex was a subject reserved for boys, men and seminymphos like Susan. He bet Melanie was lonesome, too. She’d been eager enough to jump on his dinner invitation. Hopefully they’d hit it off and…

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Down, Caleb. This date wasn’t likely to end in one of their beds, although a man could dream. He looked at himself in the mirror, grabbed his straw Resistol and set it at a jaunty angle on hair that thankfully hadn’t started disappearing or turning gray. Pulling up his favorite cowboy boots, he told himself Melanie must have felt the same pull toward him that he’d experienced this afternoon. He hoped so. It had been a damn long time since he’d felt so drawn to anybody but his late wife. Stuffing his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, Cal strode out to his truck and headed to Melanie’s place.

***** She’d had a secret crush on Cal when they were kids, but back then girls hadn’t messed around with boys in the lower grades. That two-year difference had seemed insurmountable when Melanie was seventeen, but now it didn’t matter. At forty, he still looked hot, with that killer smile and a look in his startling blue eyes that made her think he was looking into her soul. Even though he had a sit-down job as president of the only bank in town, he seemed in great shape, almost as muscular as he’d been twenty years ago. If anything, he was hotter now than ever, either that or she was hornier. She was glad he’d asked her to sit on the committee he’d formed to come up with ideas for financing the desperately needed athletic field renovation. It wasn’t like it had been even five years ago, when the school board members had been able to hit up a few well-off oil-field owners—and Cal, who owned the only bank in twenty miles—and get all the money they needed. No more. Even Cal had admitted he was feeling the crunch of a terrible economy, and the oil men were apparently doing worse. She liked Cal’s idea of bringing the four hometown heroes—all professional quarterbacks, the last of whom was her son Bobby—back to headline a festival, and maybe hold a football camp. But they could start ironing out details later. Right now

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Melanie was about to primp for a date for the first time since she couldn’t remember when. No jeans. And no tired old cotton dress like the ones she usually wore to work in summer when temperatures often broke a hundred. She pulled out a broom skirt and paired it with a scoop-neck sleeveless red knit top she’d bought on sale last fall. It was too revealing to wear to work in the high school’s office but perfect for an evening out with a guy she’d wanted to sample for a long time. Maybe Cal would get the idea. She wanted him to see her as a sexy woman like Susan, not like Bobby’s mom the way everybody apparently had pigeonholed her years ago. She ran her palm over the tips of her breasts, watched them pebble up under the snug top. For the first time in ages, she put on high heels and some turquoise and silver jewelry. Then she fiddled with her makeup until she heard Cal’s pickup crunch the gravel in the driveway. Before she answered the door, she thought to take off her narrow wedding band and set it in a dish on the end table next to her new sofa— Bobby’s latest gift. When Cal looked at her he whistled. “Ms. Melanie, you look good enough to eat.” “You look nice, too.” She liked the way his dress jeans and snap-front western shirt accentuated his great body. He definitely looked good enough to eat, too, something she hadn’t thought about that way since before Rob walked out. She felt her cheeks turning pink and quickly dragged her gaze off what looked like an impressive package. “Let me get my purse.”

***** “No talk about financing the new bleachers tonight,” Cal said when they both were in the truck. “I want to concentrate on you.” That sent a little shiver down her, a little heat to her core. “Me, too. I mean I’d like to concentrate on you. Did you know when you were a sophomore I used to have a secret crush on you?”

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He laughed. “I’m flattered. You should have let me know. I’d have been the envy of every boy in school.” Melanie shook her head. “I wasn’t very daring, and I knew everybody would tease me for robbing the cradle. But I’ve wished I had let you know, lots of times over the years.” “You’re only a year older than I am. My folks held me back in first grade because it seemed like I wasn’t ready to learn. But I matured fast in other ways.” When he stopped in the parking lot in front of the old sandstone Hedgecock Inn, he gave her the onceover, his gaze settling on her face after having lingered a moment too long on her modest cleavage. “If you want, I’ll get us a room after dinner and we can see if the sparks are still alive and well.” Melanie felt dampness between her legs. Her pulse was racing. She was about to tell Cal no then swallowed her words. Why not if they both wanted to? “Ask me again later.” Just his light touch on her bare shoulder was getting her incredibly aroused. While they ate she deliberately let their legs touch. His heat and hardness was too much to resist. They spoke about their children, about his late wife, even about her ex whom she tried never to think about. “Funny, Cal, it doesn’t hurt to talk about Rob. I can barely remember him.” Except when I get to think about the closeness I thought was love but realized too late was only lust, on his part anyhow. The waiter came and served chocolate cake with ice cream that was the Inn’s one claim to fame. It came as a single dessert for two to share, and the sharing aroused Melanie as their faces came together, each devouring the sinfully rich chocolate and seductive smoothness of homemade vanilla ice cream. She wanted to tell Cal to get that room upstairs, but the only hotel or motel in town was hardly the place for a private sexual adventure unless they wanted to announce that they were sleeping together to the entire community. “Wanna go upstairs?” “I want to, but…I don’t want folks to talk.” 10

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Cal laughed. “They’ll talk even if all we do is hold hands on your front porch. But you’ve got a point. How about I sneak in your room once you’ve gone inside?” “You’re just as bad as I heard you were in high school. But I’m tired of being good. Let’s go, so we can be bad together.” It got him hot as hell to know she’d once had a crush on him that he certainly would have acted on if only he’d known. “I’ll drop you off, go home and walk over to your back door. No need to be all that careful. If somebody catches us, well, we can just get married.” Damn, that thought reminded him he had no condoms, and that while he was confident Melanie was as free of STDs as he was and that neither of them were kids, people their age had been known to get a squalling surprise when they least expected it. “Uh, you wouldn’t happen to have any condoms, would you?” Melanie looked cute when she laughed. “If I did, they’d be rotten by now, but I think Bobby keeps some in his room.” “I’m clean and I’m sure you are, too. Tell me you’re on the Pill.” Her smile faded. “No. I haven’t had any reason to be. Until now, I guess.” She laughed, a tinkly, nervous sound that made him want to hug her. Where there was a will… Cal started the engine. “If Bobby took his protection with him, we can just mess around. I’ll go buy some tomorrow.” “All right.” She squeezed his thigh. “I don’t do this all the time, I hope you know.” He knew. It gave his ego a boost, knowing that Melanie had wanted him years ago and still had the itch for him now when he was pushing forty and living in an empty nest. “I know. I haven’t been fooling around either, at least not lately.” At Melanie’s place, he got out of the truck and walked around to very publicly take her to her door. He couldn’t resist extending a casual peck on her lips to a full-blown promise of a lot better things to come.

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“Oh my,” she murmured, and it was all he could do to let her go. “Keep that thought, Mel. I’ll be at your back door in ten minutes.”

Aha! There was the box of Trojans Bobby had left behind when he left for training camp. Melanie started to take one out then decided she better take the whole box and put it in the nightstand by her bed. A shiver of excitement ran up her spine when she heard a discreet knock at her back door. “So you found them.” Cal stepped inside, a big grin on his face. He took the box of condoms and nodded. “I’ll have to remember to thank Bobby.” She laughed. “Maybe we should just replace them. I’m not quite ready for my son to know I’ve got a life, too.” “Okay by me. Want to take me to your bedroom?” “Mmm-hmm. Follow me.” Already she was on fire inside, just from the closeness and warmth of his big body.

Cal’s conscience got the better of him as they stood beside her bed. He ached to fuck her, but he didn’t want her to think that was all there was to the attraction. “Mel, I want you to know there’s more to this than just an overwhelming chemistry, although that’s part of it.” “You’re more to me than just a hot body to ease an ache, too. Right now, though, I want you to crawl in this bed with me and make me feel real good.” He loved her eagerness, could barely wait to bury his cock inside her and feel her wet heat. When she stepped out of her skirt and wriggled out of the red top that had been drawing his gaze all evening, all his inhibitions washed away. His gaze locked on her skimpy bra and bikini panties, he shed his own clothes and took her in his arms. “You’re pure temptation, Mel. What say we lie down and get it on.”

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She stretched on tiptoes to place a wet kiss on his neck then stepped back and laid back the handmade quilt. A needy look in her eyes, she stretched out on the bed and held her arms out to him. “I thought you’d never ask.” Looking at her take in his body with obvious appreciation, he lay beside her and drew her to him, tamping down his need so as not to ignore the foreplay and fuck her like a rutting beast. Melanie was a morsel to be savored, not wolfed down in one intensely satisfying bite. He cupped her chin, drew her to him for a deep, arousing kiss. She opened up when he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, welcomed him inside. She laced her fingers through his hair, holding him as surely as he was holding her, his arms a vise around her slender waist. His cock rose between their bodies, as impatient as Cal himself was determined to take Melanie slowly and gently, a promise not just of hot, mindless sex they both needed but of a possible future relationship. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t had sex for months except with his own hand—he wanted to give as well as take tonight. “Let’s make love,” he whispered next to her soft earlobe. “Yes, let’s do.” She reached down and cupped his sex while he fumbled with the fastener to her bra. Hell, he’d never before lacked manual dexterity, and he wasn’t a total neophyte at this. Figuring out how to get this bra unhooked should have been a piece of cake. Would have been if she hadn’t been stroking the length of his cock, lightly handling his scrotum, making him desperate to fuck her now. “Stop that or it will be over before it starts.” Finally freeing her firm, full breasts and tossing her bra out of the way, he bent and tasted both pebbled nipples before turning his attention to her plain white bikini panties. When he peeled them down, he groaned. Her light-brown pussy hair looked soft and he couldn’t wait to see if she tasted as good as she looked. “Lie down and let me make you feel good.” Cal scissored two fingers, caught her swollen clit between them. “Does this feel good?” Her moan, and the way she spread her legs farther apart, answered him as clearly as if she’d said the words out loud. He turned, determined to sample her softness with 13

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his tongue, and when he did, he felt her close her lips around his swollen cock head and start to slide her tongue up and down on him. It amazed him that she’d taken him in her mouth so eagerly. He shifted, giving her more of him as he drank his fill of her sweet honey, nibbled her pouting labia. Her musk mingled with the sweet scent of flowers, drove him crazy. Wanting to devour her yet needing badly to hold out until she writhed beneath his hands and mouth with her climax, Cal clamped down on his self-control, continued sampling her pussy while he kneaded the supple flesh of her thighs, her buttocks.

Melanie loved the way Cal touched her, how he built up her need slowly, giving her much to anticipate, nothing at all to fear. He tasted good, clean and a little salty, his long, thick sex resting in a tangled nest of coarse dark pubic hair. She wanted to give back the delicious sensations he was bringing her, so she cupped his heavy scrotum as she strained to swallow his cock, sucked and licked him as much with affection as with lust. Desire lay heavy in the room, the sounds of sucking and heavy breathing, smells of man and woman and sex. Every sensation was magnified. The tickle of his crisp chest hair on her belly and the pressure of his taut abs on her chest and breasts. His wavy dark hair brushed her inner thighs, enhanced the feel of his hot breath on her dripping pussy, his tongue lapping up her juices that now were flowing freely. She sucked harder, swallowed. She was close now, and she didn’t want to come alone. His iron control amazed her, but she felt him shudder and pull away as the first waves of her climax began to flow through her body. “I need you inside me now.” Reaching for him, digging her fingers into his back, she tried hard to pull him on top of her. “In a minute.” His voice had a tortured edge as he rolled away and reached for one of the condoms he’d placed on the table by her bed. “I have to protect you.” He turned back to her, gathered her in his arms then laid her down, knelt between her legs. The slick lubrication on the condom met her own well-lubricated pussy, made her shiver

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with anticipation. Slowly, maddeningly so, Cal took her, his invasion hot. He stretched her, the pleasure-pain of his entry almost too much to bear. “Wrap your gorgeous legs around me. I want inside you so deep we can’t tell where I end and you begin.” Fully seated inside her now, he lowered his head, found her mouth. Their essences merged, male and female, enhancing the sensation of being taken…conquered by her incredible lover. This man she’d been in halfway lust with since they were kids. She wanted him to take her, make her come over and over, sweep away the loneliness she’d felt for so many years. Her nipples tingled when he rubbed his chest against her breasts. Pressure built inside her, waiting… Then he began to move, harder and deeper. His motions sure and smooth, he practically withdrew before plunging in again. God help her, she was about to come again. She bucked, taking him deeper yet, grinding her mound against him. When he raised his body and took her buttocks in his big hands, controlling her, the bubble of her climax expanded, demanded total surrender. His breathing grew ragged. His cock swelled, impossibly harder and bigger. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come now.” The bubble inside her burst, finally set free as his hot cock grew impossibly larger inside her as he began to come. She clung to him, an anchor in a delicious world of carnal sensation. Their sweat mingled. Their hearts beat hard, in perfect rhythm. Melanie had never experienced sex quite this good before. When Cal stopped jerking inside her, he rolled them onto their sides, stroked her as though she was precious. Of course that was only Mel’s fantasy. But it seemed so real when Cal took first one nipple then the other into his mouth and suckled her, the rasp of his beard stubble contrasting with the silky feel of his hair against her sensitized skin. “I want to fuck you again, do you mind?” Mind? Melanie wanted this to go on all night. Longer. She grabbed another condom and replaced the used one. “No more than I want to fuck you.” Taking control, she rolled on top of Cal, spread her legs and took his hot cock all the way inside her pussy. 15

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She moved on him, her cunt gripping his cock like a glove. He loved it. Loved the way she looked in his eyes, the way her tongue darted out between her reddened lips and sampled her own juices from his mouth. He bent, suckling her hard nipples and squeezing both breasts in his hands. “If I’d had any idea you were this hot, I’d have been crawling all over you long before now.” “And I’d have thrown myself at you years ago. Your hands feel so good on me, Cal. That’s it, squeeze my breasts. Bite me if you want to.” He wanted to. He wanted to put his mark on Mel, fuck her every way he knew and even ways he’d only heard about. Cal had never felt so powerful in a woman’s arms. “I’ll bite you all right.” He slid his hands down, over her firm, round ass, urged her to fuck him harder. When she started to slow down he inserted a finger inside her anal sphincter, slid it slowly in and out. Someday he’d fuck her in the ass but now he satisfied himself with fingering her rear as she moved on his cock. His balls tightened. Her fast, shallow breathing told him she was at the edge. He was, too. Sliding another finger into her anus, he arched his back. No more passive acceptance. He was going to claim her, make her scream with pleasure as she clamped down on his dual invasion. “That’s right, Mel. Come for me. Don’t hold back. Omigod.” “Yessss.” Her back arched. She came down on him hard, clenched his cock and his fingers with convulsing muscles. His balls tightened. “I’m coming. Don’t…don’t stop!” “You fuck so damn good,” he muttered as he was taken up with his own climax. “That’s the first time I’ve come twice in one night since I was in college,” he told her later. She smiled, gazed into his eyes. “I think this is the first time ever that I’ve come more than once.”

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Cal chuckled. Mel made him feel twenty years younger and he liked it. A lot. “I’d like to keep on doing this. I’d better leave now before the sun starts coming up, but how about spending this weekend in San Antonio, where no one will know or care if we’re making up for a lot of lost time together?” “I’d like that.”

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Chapter Two

At a world-renowned resort north of San Antonio “I called Bobby and told him I’d be with you this weekend.” “And I called Jim and John. They’re fine with us dating. How about Bobby?” Melanie laughed. “He said it was about time I got a life.” “Good.” Cal set their bags on luggage stands at the foot of the bed while Melanie looked out at the lush grounds. He’d always loved September in the hill country, where grass and plantings were still in their prime—quite a contrast with Hedgecock, where dust and cacti prevailed. “Would you like to take a swim first?” Her expression clouded. “I don’t think so, but I’ll go watch you.” He was a damn idiot. He’d have bet the bank that Mel didn’t own a swimsuit. There were precious few places around Hedgecock where she’d have had access to a pool or lake. “How about we stay here and check out this bed?” He made a mental note to buy her a suit in the resort’s boutique the next time they ventured from their suite. “I’d like that even better.” “Me, too.” Melanie set her purse on the bed nearer to the windows then drew the sheer curtains. Sunlight flowed through the material, its light surrounding her with a soft gold aura. She was so fucking beautiful in the simple shorts and top she’d worn for the threehour drive. When she shed her sandals and slid her top over her head, Cal started undressing, never taking his gaze off her. If he didn’t know better, he’d have said she was maybe twenty-five years old. He certainly wouldn’t have guessed she’d ever had a baby. There wasn’t a stretch mark on her perfect, creamy skin.

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He hadn’t slept much the previous nights when he’d resisted sneaking over to Melanie’s place. She’d filled his mind and kept his cock half-hard ever since that first night nearly a week ago. “Come here.” “Gladly.” When she came to him, he lifted her, swept back the comforter and set her in the middle of the empty bed.

Muscles bulged in his arms, reminding Melanie he’d been that fifth Hedgecock County quarterback who’d played in college but sustained an injury that dashed his hopes of following Dave Delaney to the pros. The injury didn’t seem to have affected his strength since he’d just lifted her as if her hundred thirty-five pounds were nothing. “Does it bother you that you got hurt and had to quit playing football?” Cal smiled as he came down on the bed and spread her legs so he could kneel between them. “Not anymore. It did for a while. But I wasn’t as good as the others, honestly, even if I hadn’t had that injury. I’m happy where I am. Real happy.” He met her gaze then lowered his head and flicked her clit with his tongue. “I can’t imagine any other place I’d rather be this minute.” Stretching out on his stomach, he set to lapping her pussy, licking all along her slit, even ringing her anus. It felt strangely erotic, having him touch her there. He held her ass cheeks with his big, strong hands. It all drove her wild even though she found the anal play a little shocking. Rob had never been much for foreplay of any kind, he’d been a “wham bam, thank you, ma’am” sort of lover. Melanie hadn’t realized until Cal how much she’d missed out on for nearly ten years with Rob and twelve since he’d left. Oh God, what Cal was doing to her was sending shock waves along her nerve cells, making her want to scream for him to take her, hard and fast, right now. She twined her fingers in his hair, raked her fingernails gently over his scalp. If she could have, she’d have dragged herself up and around so she could suck his long, thick cock, make him squirm the way he was doing to her. “Cal…”

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“What, baby?” After raising his head for a second, he went right back to her, drew her clit between his teeth and licked the sensitive bud. “I—need—you,” God but he was going to take her over the edge and she didn’t want it that way, “inside me right this minute.” She didn’t realize how fast he could move. One second he was lying between her legs sucking her clit, the next he loomed over her, his eyes glittering as he looked down at her, his throbbing cock buried to the hilt inside her. The fullness, the heat, the feeling of being possessed overwhelmed her, made her insides ripple and tighten in anticipation. She was so close… Her muscles tensed when Cal plunged deep, his cock completely filling her swollen pussy. She wanted it to last. She wanted the climax that hung seemingly just beyond her reach. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she breathed deep, savored the smells of him and herself as she looked into his eyes. He shifted enough to free a hand, almost as if he realized she needed something more. Still for a moment, buried to the hilt inside her, he pinched one nipple then kneaded her breast, not hard but ever so sensually. Overload. Every cell in her body screamed for release as pressure built inside her pussy. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his twitching cock, gasped for breath as sensation overtook her. The orgasm went on and on and on, leaving her limp and drained. “God yes!” Cal gathered her close, rode out his own climax while she lay practically senseless with the aftermath of her own release. “Mel, I think I love you.”

***** God but she was beautiful. More so now than she’d been in high school. Cal lay back on a chaise lounge by the pool and ogled his lover. She’d protested that the bikini he chose for her showed too much, but fuck! It didn’t show nearly enough to suit him. The skimpy top clung to her beautiful breasts, gave just a hint of the sensitive nipples

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he’d sucked until they became rigid points an hour ago. The bottom tied on either side, showing a hint of the pussy lips she’d insisted on having waxed before going out in public in the swimsuit. I’ve got a surprise for you, too, Mel honey. He’d gotten his crotch denuded, too, something he’d never done before. And he’d bought some flavored lube so they could lick it off each other. “Ready to go inside?” he called to her when she came out of the water. When she got closer to him, he whispered, “I sure am.”

“I’ve been waiting to show you, hon. We match. And I’ve been getting hotter by the minute, thinking about playing with your naked pussy.” She gasped at the sight of his long, thick cock rising up against his belly…and the smooth, velvety skin she’d never seen before. “Oooh, can I touch?” “Be my guest. I think this is the perfect occasion for some sixty-nine.” “Yesss.” She slid off her swimsuit and went down on her knees. “Me first.” First she ran her soft hands over every inch of naked skin. Then she took his swollen cock in her mouth and down her throat. Her light hair looked wet, darker, the strands caressing his thighs as she sucked him. Her tongue traced along a vein in his shaft while she used her hands to caress his scrotum. He felt her ring his ass with her finger then insert it through the tight sphincter muscle. God but it felt fantastic. He fisted his hands in her damp hair, not sure whether to urge her to continue or insist that she stop. The need to take her, claim her completely, won out over the tightness in his balls. He pulled her away and said, “My turn.”

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could reach. Even the way he sucked her clit felt more sensual. She sucked his cock, lapping the lubrication that tasted salty, slightly bitter…incredibly arousing. By the time he stopped she was frantic to come. “Please…please fuck me now.” She’d noticed he liked sex talk a little rough, and she didn’t mind. “Put your big, hot cock in my pussy and make me come.” “I’ve got another idea.” He turned so they were face-to-face and whispered, “I want to fuck your pretty ass, honey. I’m pretty sure no cock’s ever been there before.” At first she was shocked. But she’d enjoyed having him put his fingers there, liked the idea of letting him do what no other man had done before. “You’re right. Nobody’s done that with me, and I want you to be the first.” “First and only.” He tore open a condom and rolled it down his shaft. “I’m going to lubricate it and you first. Last thing I want to do is hurt you.” Melanie watched, half scared, half anticipating his penetration, as Cal smeared clear jelly over his cock. And she felt the cool stuff when he packed it up her rear hole. He laid her on her stomach, positioning her butt in the air. One big hand gripped an ass cheek while the other guided his cock to her rear door. She felt pressure that intensified into a brief moment of excruciating pain when his cock head began to stretch her. But the pain gave way to an intense a feeling of fullness and finally intense pleasure. Her pussy clenched around the three fingers he inserted once he’d fully seated his cock in her rear. “This feels like heaven. Wish I had two cocks so I could fuck your ass and your sweet cunt at the same time.” He paused, still not moving inside her. “Are you okay?” “Better than okay. Aren’t we going to fuck now?” “Oh yeah. We’re gonna fuck. Hold on, and tell me if it feels good.” He fucked her ass slowly at first but sped up when she moaned with pure carnal sensation. She’d never felt so wanted, never felt a lover’s touch so deeply, never wanted so much to give pleasure as she did now, to Cal. The man she was growing to love as well as lust for like she’d never lusted before. She reached behind her, drew his head 22

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down to the back of her throat and came hard as he sucked her there while he was fucking her ass and cunt. His shout of release came as she was savoring the aftermath of the strongest orgasm she’d ever had. “I guess we’ll have to add this to our repertoire.” Cal smiled at her when they were in the shower together, stroking each other like kids just learning about sex. “By the way, Mel, I don’t think weekend getaways are gonna cut it for long. What say we get married so we can fuck in the comfort of our own home?” “I’d like that. What about the kids, though?” “I doubt they’ll mind. They’re all okay with us dating.”

***** Mel and Cal were sitting on her porch, admiring the antique ring he’d just put on her finger and discussing their plans to marry, when Tina Black stumbled up the steps, hardly able to speak a coherent word. Cal gathered that her stepfather had raped her, or tried to, and that she wanted Mel’s help. A few cups of hot coffee later, he was starting to understand what was going on. Apparently this wasn’t the first time Edgar Garcia had attacked Tina. And she’d come to Melanie because Bobby had told her his mom would help her if something like this happened. She wasn’t willing to press charges against the bastard, though Cal thought Garcia richly deserved some jail time. “She can’t go back to that house.” Melanie put Tina to bed in Bobby’s room and came downstairs again. “I promised Bobby I’d keep an eye out for her. They used to date when they were in high school.” “Are they still together? I thought you said Bobby was getting serious about a girlfriend up in Memphis.” “He is. But he’ll want Tina to be safe, away from Garcia.”

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The bastard. Cal had trouble imagining a man being low enough to rape his late wife’s child, and Garcia had done it—or tried to—less than a month after his wife’s death. “What can we do?” “I’ll send her to Bobby. He has room for her to stay until she can find a job in Memphis. His girlfriend probably won’t be happy, but…” Cal doubted Bobby would be thrilled either, especially since he’d been at it hot and heavy with one of the Maulers cheerleaders ever since the season began. “I guess he’ll just have to hope his girlfriend’s more understanding than most women would be.” “I wish you could stay.” Melanie snuggled against Cal’s chest. “Damn it all, we’re getting married in two weeks. It’s going to be the longest damn two weeks of my life. We’ll take Tina to San Antonio tomorrow and spend the weekend there again, to celebrate our engagement.” “I’ll miss you tonight. And I love the ring.” “Two weeks more, love, until we’re legal and can quit worrying about the local gossips. I’m glad you like my great-grandma’s ring.”

For the first time in years Melanie looked forward to a future that held more than her only child, more than bittersweet memories of a love that had flickered out and died under the harsh west Texas sun. “I believe you. We’re going to be so damn happy together, I can hardly wait.” “Me, I can hardly wait until we can make love every morning, noon and night if we want, without anybody looking at us and shaking their heads. You never know, maybe we might even decide to try starting a second family—” He grinned at her, dodged her playful slap. “I always thought it would be fun to be seventy and still chase my beautiful wife around the bedroom.” “I like that idea. And I love you.” With that, Mel threw her arms around her cowboy banker and showed him with a warm, wet kiss just how much.

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The following March Cal looked over the high-school football field, his arm around Mel. “Looks like the school has done its bit to get ready for the reunion next month.” “The kids and faculty members have been working hard. I think we should set up the passing demonstration over on the far side, so that vendors can be in the shade of the gym building. By the way, Keith Connors called me this morning. He’ll be arriving the day before the reunion.” There had never been a question about Bobby’s attending. He and Marly were planning to arrive next week for a long visit that had Mel on pins and needles, anticipating her son’s temporary homecoming. “What about Dave Delaney and Colin Zanardi? Has Susan heard from them?” “I don’t know, but she’s headed over this way now.” Mel gestured across the field at Susan who was waving at them as she jogged across the newly planted sod. “She’s really worked hard, much harder than I thought she would. I thought at first that she’d volunteered so she could get her hooks into you.” Cal bent and nuzzled Mel’s neck. “Not a chance, love. She’s after bigger fish than me. Besides, you hooked me that first meeting. I haven’t looked at her since.” “Don’t say you didn’t take her under these bleachers a few times when you were throwing passes back in high school.” “Can’t say that, not and be honest. But you’re all the woman I want to fuck now. Or in the future.” He’d never been happier or more content than he’d been since he and Mel got married before Christmas. “You keep me too tired to look for loose women, even if I were the type to cat around.” “Good.” When Susan joined them, Mel shut up, but she kept her hand at Cal’s waist—he imagined in a feminine, ladylike effort to warn the brunette to keep her 25

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distance. “Susan, have you gotten either Dave or Colin to commit to being here next month?” Susan shot Cal a smile that once would have fired his blood—but not now, since he had Melanie in his life and bed. “Dave will be here next week. He’s retired and has just taken a job as the new head football coach here at Hedgecock County High. Seems his cattin’ around finally caught up with him. Colin, I don’t know yet. I’ve been promising him all sorts of perks but he hasn’t said for sure yet. I guess coaches work pretty much year-round, and the reunion’s just a week or so before the NFL draft.” Cal was pretty sure he knew what kind of perks Susan was offering Zanardi, whose trophy wife had divorced him when he took the coaching job in Savannah. “Keep working on him. We need everybody here, and we need to know right away, so we can get the advertising out.” “Coach Zanardi will be here. I guarantee it.” Susan winked, as if to say she knew exactly how to ring the first pro signal-caller’s bells. “He’s got to have a lot of memories of nights under these ratty bleachers—and a good bit of appreciation for the need for us to get some new ones so our present players and fans can get it on without risking life and limb.” Cal felt his cheeks grow warm. After all, he’d had his favorite spot at the back of the bleachers, next to the concession stand, and he remembered several hot encounters with Susan and others. Maybe… Maybe he’d take Mel there some night, fuck her the way he would have back then if he’d had any idea how hot, and how willing, she’d been back then. Just for old time’s sake. He got hard just thinking about it, while his wife and his old fuck-buddy chattered about the upcoming fund-raiser that had gotten them back together again. The End

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About the Author Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment— the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve. First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries. A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.

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